Her Shoes

Pussy cat, Pussy cat where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the Queen…
                          ~Children’s nursery rhyme 

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She left her shoes
In the middle of the floor,
Toes pointed inward
Like Dorothy in Oz,
And disappeared
Without even a puff of smoke.

Gone

Just a faint scent of her
Left to tantalize the senses,
No forwarding address,
Just her last words
Lingering on my mind

Some day I’ll go to Windsor  
But I won’t be seeing the Queen

And I’m left chanting at the stars
Like children do

I wish I may, I wish I might …